There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from the very bottom of our souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations towards the splendours of destiny.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young.

Monastic incarceration is castration.

God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.

To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.

Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.